Derived from the German compound noun "Nahverkehrskoma" describing the state of the hangover guys you see in the commuter train on their way to work on Friday mornings: Blood shot eyes, stubble on their cheeks, bad breath and too much grease in their hair - but a tie around their neck (the unmistakable sign of being hanged for money every fucking day in the office, for which they have to compensate in the pub).
Boss: "I've heard there was another trainfailure on the DART line this morning."
Employee says: "I know, it's outrageous! It costs our economy millions every week!"
Employee thinks: Thank god I was in a commuter coma anyway, extending my sleep instead of making this fat bastard even richer.
Boss thinks: Is this slacker smelling of booze or what?
A life support machine that a coma patient will be hooked onto. It performs vital circulatory, respiratory and Excretory functions that would have otherwise been controlled by that person's brain.
1. "I'm afraid he's brain stem dead, we're going to have to switch off his comaputer"
2. "Jimbob was hooked up to a comaputer ever since the accident"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”